“George! Where are you?”
Sluggishly he remembered today’s ceremony. This would not go down well.
Ten minutes later a smartly dressed George left his apartment taking an Uber ride across town. Stepping out onto a stage in front of thousands he received his award commemorating his saving a youth from death jumping off the bridge.
Back across town the real George snoozed on, grateful AI allowed him to carbon copy himself.
Exactly how many AI duplicates of George were at large now?